Blake puffs out his chest. “I’m a valuable member of the king’s court. You’re nothing but a grotesque creature who lives in a filthy swamp.”
Troy crosses his arms and leans casually against a tree. “This ‘grotesque creature’ is the only one who knows the secret path to the Dark Lord’s castle. Don’t want my help? Too fucking bad.”
Okay, I think he’s into it now, but probably because of his feud with Blake. I don’t care, he’s saying exactly what Gunther Crook would, so everyone is happy.
“Oh, pipe down, Philippe,” I intervene. “Gunther is our only hope to save the lands from a much worse threat.”
“Besides, if he tries anything, he’ll meet my blade,” Ben adds, holding his fake sword menacingly.
Troy becomes our guide, and we continue playing until the nonplaying characters make an appearance to put a wrench in our plans. A battle ensues, and when I throw a homemade bag filled with rice at a bad guy and call out a spell, the NP character makes a big show of dying and then drops to the ground. That is apparently too much for Troy, and he immediately loses his shit. He leans his hands on his knees and bursts out laughing. His reaction makes everyone else self-conscious. I grab his arm and drag him away from the scene.
“Hey, where are we going?” he asks.
“You were making everyone uncomfortable when you broke character,” I hiss, not wanting to be overheard.
“Ah, babe. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin the fun.”
“I know, but I think that’s enough LARP for you for the day. You’re still too green.”
“I’ll show you green.” He reaches for my waist and then tosses me over his shoulder.
I smack his back. “Troy, put me down.”
He laughs and breaks into a jog, only stopping when we reach our cabin. He kicks the door open, and when he sets me back down, he doesn’t give me a chance to talk. His mouth is on mine in an instant, hungry, possessive. His hands explore my body in an urgent way, sliding down my sides until they reach the slits of my skirt. Caught up in his fire, I yank at his costume, fighting with the straps that are keeping his armor in place.
“Ugh, why are there so many of them?” I complain.
“Leave them.” He pulls my dress over my head, leaving me standing in nothing but my lingerie.
“Not fair. I’m practically naked.”
He answers by getting rid of his pants and boxers. “Not the only one anymore.”
His lips claim mine again, and then we’re tumbling over the mattress. Troy is between my legs, pressing his erection against my center.
“I’m still wearing my panties,” I say against his mouth.
He grabs both sides of them and yanks the fabric, ripping it into two pieces. “Not anymore.”
“You owe me a new pair.” I grab his face, pulling his mouth back to mine.
“Sure, sure.” He enters me fast and hard, drawing a loud moan from my lips.
He doesn’t stop or slow down; we’re both too horny for making love slowly. The bed creaks dangerously, and I’m afraid we’re going to break it. But despite the loud noise the furniture is making, Troy keeps pumping harder and faster until both of us are at the edge of a cliff. He grunts when he comes, and I bite his shoulder when I do seconds later.
This is us. Crazy, impulsive, complete.
Minutes later, I’m resting with my head against his chest. He’s still wearing his troll armor, so I make lazy circles with my fingers around his belly button.
“If you’re hoping for a second round, I’m going to need a few more minutes,” he tells me.
“It’s okay. I’m happy just staying like this for a little bit.”
We don’t speak for another minute, and then I decide to ask something that’s been nagging me for a while—what he plans to do after he graduates. We’ve been avoiding the topic since we got back together, but we can’t do that forever.
“Babe, have you decided what you’re doing once school is over?”
“I have, actually.”
I lean on my elbow so I can see his face, my heart hammering in my chest. “Really?”
“I’m taking that brand ambassador job I told you about.”
“The one where you have to travel the world?” I ask through the lump in my throat.
My worst fear is coming to pass. Troy is going to leave me.
“Yeah.”
I sit up, putting some distance between us. “It’s a great opportunity.”
Troy rolls out of bed and then grabs something from